He stands there for a little while longer, cheeks burning, out of breath as the sound of the bike fades into the distance.
Fuck.
This is the worst. He’s got it bad bad.
His legs are wobbly as he makes it back inside, dick still semi-hard as he walks in on Taehyung and Hoseok staring at him from the couch.
Oh no.
Hoseok snorts, immediately turns to Taehyung, cradles his face in his hands.
“Oh Jeongguk, you’re so strong and handsome, I’ll do anything you ask”
“Shut up. He just came to return my shirt—“
Taehyung grunts in an overdramatic manner, sounds kind of like a growl, tilts Hoseok’s chin up roughly.
“Kiss my helmet baby, I’m a big buff alpha biker.”
Ah fuck.
Hoseok leans in, puckers his lips and kisses Taehyung’s cheek and fine, he gets it.
“Fuck you guys, I’m going upstairs.”
“Oh Jimin you should have seen yourself, you were an absolute mess.” Hoseok laughs, those eyes turning to him now. “There’s no saving you, this must be love.”
“It’s not love. It’s lust. I don’t do love.”
There is a short silence, but then Hoseok turns back to Taehyung, expression dead serious.
“I don’t do love, alpha biker.”
Jimin groans, and just makes his way to his room, pretends he can’t hear the fit of giggles all the way down the hall.
He’s too horny to care about their stupid reenactment. Immediately makes it to his bed and huddles under the covers. It won’t be another 10 minutes before Jeongguk is home, and he knows he shouldn’t text first, but..
The way Jeongguk tugged on his shirt.. the way he towered over him, the way he asked for a kiss— god.. he just can’t stop his thumbs from flying over the keyboard.
what are you gonna do with my shirt?
It’s sort of see-through, isn’t it? How bad he wants to sext. His entire face still glows, his dick is still hard, lying against his stomach, begging for attention.
He should probably just get off in the meantime, would make his texting less pathetic, but there is a slight chance Jeongguk will actually sext back and that’s just too tempting to give up.
So he edges himself, lightly caresses his cock through his pants, closes his eyes and relives that moment in the doorway again.
Should have just tempted Jeongguk to come in, or pulled him inside by his wrist.
Ah, but Jeongguk would have just refused. He never gives him anything. He plays along a little, then he leaves him high and dry.
No man has ever treated him like this. No man makes him feel so fucking needy. That’s what it is. Jeongguk is edging him and he keeps falling into that trap.
But wouldn’t anyone if the trap looked like that? he thought the tight shirts were bad but the leather gloves and the helmet really just.. awakened a whole new kink.
His phone buzzes then, and he doesn’t even let it simmer a little, just immediately opens the chat between him and Jeongguk.
wouldn’t you like to know
He breathes out slowly, little rush of excitement running through his veins.
That tone is hot. It’s flirty. Nothing like those dry replies from earlier.
He bites his lower lip, just goes for shameless honesty.
yes
I would
He turns on his side, caresses over his length with two fingers, eagerly watches Jeongguk type.
mm
guess you’ll have to use your imagination
.. fuck.
A flash of Jeongguk breathing in his shirt while stroking himself appears in his head, and god.. he needs that.
He types something, then deletes it, gnaws on his lower lip.
If he’s too aloof the conversation won’t go anywhere.. and he needs to know. Surely Jeongguk wanted his shirt for a reason..
come on..
tell me
Too needy?
Jeongguk is probably smirking at his phone, that asshole.
Ah, this is embarrassing. Jeongguk is online but doesn’t send him anything for a while, and it just feels on purpose.
might just fold it neatly and leave it on my table
Jimin huffs out a breath.
He should probably just stop trying, say something equally dry and cut the conversation off, but he’s already typing before he can change his mind.
don’t tease
I’m hard
It takes a few seconds for Jeongguk to reply.
yeah? from folding?
This guy.
He purses his lips, turns on his other side.
from you standing on my doorstep
making me take my shirt off
asking for a kiss
Jeongguk types something, then stops, then waits a little longer, all for a dry:
mm
It’s mildly infuriating. He’s so fucking down bad, he needs just a little more to fuel his fantasy, to get him through the night. His dick is so painfully hard too, all the light stroking and no action makes him pant softly.
come on
what are you gonna do with it
Heat spreads over his nose and cheeks as he types a little more.
describe it to me
give me something
I’m so horny
Maybe that’s too much. Jeongguk doesn’t reply for a while, even though he’s online. He regrets sending it until he gets a text back.
demanding
fuck. His thumbs rush over the keyboard.
plsea
please
This is the fastest he’s ever resorted to begging in his life. Hoseok can never know about this.
What do you want me to do with it?
Oh Jeonguk is toying with him so bad. He should have just gotten off before texting.
He sucks in a sharp breath.
you know
It’s pretty obvious, right?
He rubs his feet together under the covers, his body all heated, blanket sticking against his back.
describe it to me
Oh.
Oh he fucking hates this guy.
His dick twitches like the traitor it is. He doesn’t acknowledge it. Praise is the only thing it should listen to, humiliation is absolutely not his kink. He is too hot to be humiliated.
He stares at the text a little while longer, then just bites his lip.
I want you to breathe me in
and fuck your hand
and think about me
and use my shirt to clean yourself up
The chat stays silent for an awfully long while, and he hopes that maybe, Jeongguk is at least slightly affected. Even if it’s just a tingle in his gut, even if it’s just a hitch of breath.
He goes offline for a minute, just to catch his breath, stare at the ceiling for a while until his phone buzzes again.
mm
I might
..
Fuck..
He licks his lips, rolls onto his back, slips his hand down into his pants.
yeah?
His heart thumps in his ears as he stares at the chat, eyes glazing over.
Or maybe I’ll use it as a dish rag
Huh.
This.. fucking asshole.
He groans, takes his hand back out of his pants and sends just one emoji.🖕🏼
It doesn’t take long before he gets one back.
❤️
He sighs, closes the chat and just goes to pornhub next thing.
Never again will he attempt at sexting with Jeongguk. It’s just not worth it, getting all worked up for nothing.
Not that the porn is any good, he’s not into it right now. Can’t concentrate for shit on what’s happening, he’s just mindlessly listening to the moans, staring blankly at the screen as he gets himself off.
Is it too much to ask to just ride Jeongguk’s dick once? Just one time where they fuck all their frustrations out, where he can ride that big cock all night long, you know, maybe Jeongguk could keep his helmet on. For reasons.
Maybe he could just keep all his gear on..
Maybe they could fuck on his motorbike..
“Mmh..”
He moans against his pillow, his phone slips out of his hand on the mattress, the video still plays but he’s gone.
Just one night where he can feel that big cock hit the back of his throat, where he finally learns what Jeongguk’s cum tastes like on his tongue. Fuck, he could just worship it, suck it, lick it, keep it warm, keep it wet at all times.
“A-ah..”
He turns on his stomach instead, buries his face into his pillow, ruts against the mattress without an ounce of shame.
Jeongguk would probably be all rough with him too, make him gag on his cock, pull him down on it when he’s still adjusting to his size. Fuck.. to be impaled by that big cock, to be fucked into the mattress.
A pathetic whimper slips from his lips as he humps his mattress a little harder, rubs his cock against the sheets until the underside gets all sensitive.
“Ahh Jeongguk— fuck.”
He drools against his pillow, that heat builds up in his gut slowly. Remnants of that first time in the garage creep through the cracks, that rough kiss, Jeongguk’s hands on his body, his big cock sliding between his cheeks— so hot and heavy— the head kissing his rim.
“Nngh.” His eyes sting with tears, and he’s not so much rutting against the sheets as he’s propping his ass up, waiting for something to just fill him up to the brim. “Jeongguk— please.”
He pants, clenches around nothing, until every muscle in his body contracts. Pleasure snaps inside of him, and he comes with a guttural moan, drives his cock against the mattress hard, rubs his cum into the sheets.
The euphoric feeling buzzes through his body for a good while, until he’s completely spent.
Then it’s just shame and regret.
God, that was so fucking pathetic. He rolls onto his back, pinches the bridge of his nose.
When’s the last time he’s been reduced to this? Has there even been a time where it was this bad?
Jeongguk really is bad for him.
Maybe he should give up.
Loud moans sound on his phone still, and he grabs it, quickly turns the bad porn off. The time stamp of the video is at 2 minutes. He came within 2 fucking minutes..
yeah this is bad.
There is one text from Jeongguk.
.. should he just not open it?
Ah, whatever. He’s already done anyway, post-nut clarity will probably help him see that Jeongguk is just another man, just a guy, no one to get this worked up about.
He opens their chat.
Closes it immediately.
………
Fuck.
He takes one deep breath.
Opens the chat again.
But no, yeah, that’s—
That’s a picture of his shirt with cum stains.
Flames lick up his neck, until his entire face is burning. The picture stares back at him, the black fabric a little crumpled, the gucci tag showing, and clear white drops of cum splattered across it.
His mouth waters.
A text pops up then
need a new one
come bring it at the bar tomorrow
Fuck..
Why does his dick twitch? This is just unfair. They could have sexted, could have facetimed even, but Jeongguk is really making him suffer.
He huffs out a breath.
do I get something too?
Jeongguk replies right away.
do you want something?
yes
what do you want?
Isn’t it obvious? He’s asked a million times by now. It’s almost embarrassing to type it all out.
I want you to fuck me
Jeongguk reads the message but doesn’t give him anything. He just stares at the screen for the longest time, and then all he gets is:
that’s off limits
No one is better at gatekeeping their dick than Jeongguk.
Jimin purses his lips, tries something else.
👄🍆💦?
No man ever says no to a blowjob from him. He’s got the best lips ever, he’s so fucking good at it. Plus, Jeongguk has seen him on his knees, he’s moaned his name and all, so he must like the visual.
It takes a little longer, but then the reply comes.
no
Fuck.
come on
give me a taste
He turns on his side, eyes glued to the chat, scrolls up a little to take in that picture again, the pretty cum droplets on his shirt.
Fuck.. just a taste would heal him.
not yet
He sits up as soon as he reads it, saliva pools in his mouth.
not yet?
It’s pathetic, how his heartbeat picks up, but there’s now a tangible chance of getting what he wants, it’s not an outright no anymore.
The text that he gets next though, makes his breath hitch.
work for it
There shouldn’t be a hot rush spreading through his veins. He’s never had to work for any guy a day in his life and he’s so not trying to change his ways.
And yet..
his cheeks glow a little as he types his reply, huddles deeper under the covers so no one can see him break his own rules.
how?
A few seconds pass.
come to the bar and find out